
Sometimes I think I have a slight problem. Then I remember most of my friends are also readingly obsessed. It’s a struggle for our kind to send flowers on Valentine’s Day instead of a book. We think all librarians are hot. When we read one of those newspaper articles about some old mad coot found dead in his apartment, crushed by thousands of books, we think to ourselves “How romantic.” We not only slow down at every used-book store, we slam on the brakes and make illegal u-turns. We haunt those musty old stores so often that sometimes we run into actual copies of books we once owned, and greet them like long-lost pets.
— Matt Groening

